“Ease off my lap. I want you on your knees next to me.”
Her smile amped up as she did as he’d asked. She slid that silky goddess body of hers down to the floor, not sparing him a moment. She stayed close, letting him feel her breasts brush against him. She wasn’t wearing the concealing cardigans she always seemed to have on. It had been left behind today, and he hoped Deke had remembered to bring her a couple because they were her armor. But now she was in nothing more than her slacks and a thin blouse that gaped open, revealing her skin and the tops of her breasts. They were gorgeous, and he felt ashamed he’d told Tessa they weren’t real. She’d been right. It didn’t matter where they’d come from. They were beautiful on her. They were a part of her she’d chosen.
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
Her chest was against his leg, and she looked so right clinging to him. This was how they would look in The Club. A benevolent Dom and his way too stunning for him sub.
“You make me feel that way,” she admitted. “I’ll be honest, Sir. I’ve been so tired for the last few years, and you make me feel pretty again, young again. I’m enjoying this time together. I truly am.”
He put a hand on her head, smoothing back her hair, her words going straight to his soul. “I’ve been tired, too. Lonely and fucking tired. I’m glad you’re here.”
“So what can I do for you, Sir? You were so good yesterday at telling me what you were going to do. I thought you might have some suggestions.”
She wanted him to walk her through this? Or rather command her. He could do that. “First I want you to undo the top two buttons on your blouse. I want to look at your breasts while you stroke me.”
She brought her hands up, undoing the buttons that left her lacy bra on display. It was a cream color, and he could see her nipples were hard against the cups.
“Unbuckle my belt.” He might not survive this experience. “And then unzip my slacks. Be careful. I’m painfully hard.”
“I’m so sorry about that, Sir,” she said with a smile that let him know she was sorry not sorry.
“That’s what happens when a gorgeous woman sits right on top of it.” He would have to be careful or he might come the minute she laid a hand on him.
She eased the belt out of its buckle, and he went still as she unbuttoned his slacks and brought the zipper down. His cock strained at the material of his boxers. It was easy for Vanessa to draw the waistband down and free it.
She stared for a moment, and he watched as her eyes widened and she looked like she could eat him up.
How long had it really been for her? She didn’t have a lover here if everything he’d heard was true. The mysterious visitor from the previous night hadn’t turned out to be a boyfriend. Did she need physical affection as much as he did?
Then he wasn’t thinking at all because her hand encircled him, and he forgot to breathe.
She stroked him, drawing him out and exposing his cock to the cool air. It was a stunning contrast. Cool air and warm hand. Her head was down, studying him. He joined her, watching how her hand moved up and down on his cock.
“That feels so good.” He practically groaned around the words. “Tighter. Grip me a little tighter.”
She followed his instructions, closing her fist slightly.
He wanted to tell her to open those lips of hers and take him inside, but they weren’t there yet. He could imagine watching her head bent over, tongue whirling around and around his cock.
She would suck him deep, and he wouldn’t hold back. He would come right in her mouth, and she would swallow him down.
The very image made his worst fears come true, and he held on to the cushions of the couch as he came.
She was grinning when she looked back up at him.
He winced. “Yeah, I told you that would happen. Damn, that did not make a great argument for you going further with me. You’re going to call me Minute Malone.”
That smile of hers lit up the night. “Never, Sir.”
She offered him her lips, and he took them, kissing her again.
“Now let’s clean up, and maybe we can watch a movie before we go to bed,” he said, not wanting the moment to be over.
She fell asleep in his arms half an hour later, and Michael was left to consider the fact that the woman was a mystery.
And he had to solve her. No matter what.
Chapter Eight
Vanessa stepped inside the locker room and heard the door whish closed behind. It had been a heavy door, ornate and traditional looking, so there had to be some technical magic to keep it from closing with a thunk. But then the world seemed to reorder itself to Julian Lodge’s whims. Everything about The Club appeared perfect, from the red carpet that didn’t show a single stain to the way the lights seemed to make the world a little softer here.